Chapter 4Liam watched Rhys pick at his breakfast. They were off this Sunday. Instead of spending a needed R&R day vegging in front of the TV watching football or even catching up on chores, though, Rhys was going to have to drive to Albuquerque for a three-day training class. He had received the notice two days ago. Liam would probably go later because Gomez did not want them both gone at once. His sector was already short-handed.
Although he felt like a fool for it, Liam did not want to see Rhys leave. He’d always claimed not to believe in hunches or premonitions. Still, right now, he fought a shiver along his spine. His mother used to say, “A goose walked over your grave,” about such things. Liam wasn’t sure what she’d meant by that, but it rang of an old, old superstition, perhaps one
